Overheard: my parents

“Fred, there are no vacancies at any of the dog-hotels.”
“None?”
“None.”
“What, you’ve called all of them have you?”
“Well no, I’ve called two, but there will be none, I know they’ll all be full. “
“Shit! Why didn’t you book them in earlier? I told you to ring earlier!”
“Oh do shut-up. So, I called the place that Harry has booked Jock into, and the man says he will take them, if they get along with Jock, and they do, because he can put them into a big run together.”
“Wilma, you know they don’t get along.”
“What? Yes they get along, they don’t fight.”
“Right, they might not fight, but you know that Jock ‘gets into‘ Benji.”
“What?”
“Jock GETS INTO Benji!”

A pause.
“Oh, but they don’t fight.”
“Shit, did you at all hear what I just said!?”
“What? They don’t fight…problem solved.”

And, so it seems my mother does not mind her little Benji taking a bit up the arse for the sake of Christ(mas).